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My tears turn to a madness spiraling out of thin air. I juggle nothing,and splatter in on the ground below me. Yet, I see blood. Burning my retinas I close the door. Hopefully the smell won't fumagate to this room, cause my body trembles to the sound of disaster always. I escape to a world where flowers bloom and birds chirp, yet the sky is dark puddles of rain drenched with human sweat. I awake in a daze. Where am I? I look around to find a cloth in my right hand with the word: L.O.V.E. written on it and a cloth in the left hand with R.E.G.R.E.T. written on it. Who gave me this and what does it mean? I find sentiment in finding home to escape from tormenting from the neighborhood kids. Where the fuck was this bright neighborhood when I was a child? I never knew such a foreign caring place and that brought me to crave it. I yearned to be held by a dad or mother who didn't spend all night and all day over a bottle of bourbon. I figured I would search out the long lost person that may or may not have written those two splendid yet opposite words on cloth held in my two bare hands. But not today. Today was a day of finding my place of comfort. My place of happiness and fulfillment.